Jesse Jones: She is quiet as they walk back to his bike. Before getting on the
bike, she firmly plants her arms over his neck and pulls him in for a long deep
passionate kiss.
Aerin Thomas: He blinks, surprised by that, but quickly gives in, wrapping his arms
tightly around her and meeting the kiss with unrestrained passion himself.
Jesse Jones: Holding the kiss as long as she can, she has to come up for air, and
does she gasp, trying to not only catch her breath, but her heart is racing.
"I....you....better?" she manages.
Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep, shaky breath, and nods slightly, swallowing hard.
"Yeah...yeah, I think so." He opens his mouth to say something else, and then
just impulsively kisses her again.
Jesse Jones: Good think she got a breath, certainly surprised that he would kiss her
again. Like before, she isn't holding back at all, pressing herself against him
more, trying to be as close to him as possible, looking into his eyes. This
time, though, she holds her breath longer...though no surprise her being a
swimmer. But as she starts to wear down, she pulls back slowly, she sucks on his
lower lip before letting go, shivering a bit.
Jesse Jones: (thing)
Aerin Thomas: He moans slightly into the kiss, his hands straying down her back and
then sliding over her hips. When she pulls back, in that lingering way, he gasps
a little bit, his breath catching. "I...um." He looks around, flushing slightly,
and looks back to her. "Yeah. Time to...ummm..." He gestures to the bike. "Shall
we?"
Jesse Jones: She nods to him a few times waiting for him to get onto the bike. "You
really want us to get my bike or just go back to your place?" she asks quietly,
starting to blush profusely now. She hasn't let go of him yet.
Aerin Thomas: "I...hmmm." He looks around, and then nods. "Let's get your bike first,
from your place."
Jesse Jones: "Okay....." she lets go of him and waits to get on the bike until after
he's gotten on first.
Aerin Thomas: He slips quickly onto the bike...no helmet, as always. As soon as she's
on the back, he leans back to nip at her jawline lightly. He revs the bike once,
and then drives them off toward her place.
Jesse Jones: She lets out a gasp at the nip and mutters something at him that sounds
like 'tease' as she holds on tightly during the short drive. (speeding it up of
course) Once there, bike stopped, she climbs off. The bike being in the garage.
She digs around in her pocket to get the set of keys for the house.
Aerin Thomas: He smiles at the mutter. Once they arrive, he kills the engine and slips
off the bike, moving along with her. He wraps his arms around her from behind,
lowering his head to kiss her neck. "You want to stay here a while before
heading back?"
Jesse Jones: She stops, hand in her pocket and leans back against him, a quiet moan
escaping as he kisses her neck. "Yeah....." leaning up to look at him smiling.
Aerin Thomas: "Okay." He smiles, then buries his head against her neck, breathing in
deeply through his nostrils, taking in her scent. A low sound stirs from deep
within his throat. He nips a couple times along the line of her throat before
pulling back to let her get the door open, at least.
Jesse Jones: She manages, getting the keys from her pocket, her hands shaking a
little, her body shuddering a bit when he nips at her throat. "Aer....you're.....driving
me crazy..." she says quietly, cursing trying to get the door open quickly.
Aerin Thomas: "Good, we match, then." He grins faintly, but eases off enough to let her
at least get the door open.
Jesse Jones: "Tease...." she laughs the door finally opening, and she moves through
quite quickly to turn off the alarm within the minute needed. Then she flips a
light switch. The house is an older house, quite well kept. Not a lot of
furniture, but there is a large sofa, a few chairs, no television in the living
room and various pictures in black and white and color in frames in various
sizes hang around the place. It being small, it's easy enough to see the kitchen
from the living room. A hallway is off of the living room where it is still
dark.
Jesse Jones: "Home sweet home...." she announces to Aerin, grabbing for his hand,
from behind her.
Aerin Thomas: He reaches out and takes the hand offered to her and draws up against
her again, kissing just behind her ear before murmuring into it. "You know...I
think they can quite possibly live without us at home for a little while, at
least...what do you say?"
Jesse Jones: She gasps, a small moan slipping out when he kisses behind her ear,
pressing against him to be closer. "Mmmmmhmmmmm.....no arguments from me."
Aerin Thomas: "Good." He runs a hand up her side, fingers trailing up over her
shoulder. They reach her chin, and he guides her head back as he leans forward
to capture her lips in a very deep, impassioned kiss.
Jesse Jones: His touch, his kiss....she practically melts now against his body, and
with his body as they stand there. Certainly this time her kiss is more relaxed
and unhurried as before, like she had been stealing them. No, this time, there
was no need to rush. A hand reaching up to gently touch his face and brush it, a
thumb tracing along his jawline.
Aerin Thomas: His breath catches a bit, and he glides his hand over her jawline, back
until he can bring it to rest against the back of her neck. He's slow, taking
his time as he kisses her, savoring her and the moment. His free hand slides up
her back and slowly down again. The world around him slips away, until it's just
them...all that matters for this one thrilling moment. Eventually, breathing
becomes necessary, though, and he pulls slightly back, taking a breath and
bringing his lips down along her jaw, tracing the line there to her neck and
making his way down.
Jesse Jones: Her breath catches in their kiss as his hand moves along her back,
even through the coat. And as well as she holds her breath, it is a good time to
come back up for air. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head back a little further
for him, her neck is all his for the taking next. "Oh Aerin...." she gasps
softly, letting his name linger while her other hand starts gently running along
his side, her other hand still touching his face.
Aerin Thomas: Her reactions, of course, do nothing but encourage him, and he takes to
the encouragement readily. He trails down her neck to the base, leaving little
nips followed by a soothing kiss after each. "Goddess, Cricket..." He breathes
it out, breath warm and carressing her skin. His hands fall away, just long
enough to come around front and dip under the shoulders of her jacket. They move
up to slide her coat off, letting it fall to the floor. "We...should...um.
Somewhere more comfortable, maybe?"
Jesse Jones: Her body shudders when his warm breath touches her skin like that. And
as he helps her with the jacket, she slides her body around to get out of it,
not caring about it being on the floor. Normally, she is rather neat about such
things. The tank top she wears underneath is certainly a bit warm from her body
heat and again, as her bare skin feels the cooler air, she shivers, skin
goosing. "My bed.....?" she asks quietly, pulling him gently, almost urgently
again, herself moving backwards toward the hall, leaning up and nipping at his
neck this time. "I want you," she murmurs against his neck in one of the nips.
Aerin Thomas: He goes quite willingly, a shiver racing like quicksilver down his spine
when she finds his neck. "I...yeah. Bed works. Goddess, Jesse...I want you..."
Along the way, his trenchcoat finds it's way off of his shoulders, falling to
the floor in their wake. No shoulder holster...since the assassination attempt,
he's been wearing his gun on a belt clip at his back. He lets her lead the way,
his hands sliding over her sides, and dip under the hem of her tank top to
discover the bare skin just above her hips.
Jesse Jones: And there is her gun, which she reaches around to grab from out of her
pants, on their way to the bedroom, leaving her free hand to keep leading him
down the hallway to the room at the very end of the hall, with the door already
open; the other two closed. "It's a small bed....." she laughs suddenly,
sounding nervous. More goosing of her skin as his fingers touch against her skin
now, his touch electric to her. "You ...ummmm....I....." fumbling at her words.
She manages to kick at the door to get it open the whole way to let them pass
through easily enough. There is a nightlight on in there so it is not entirely
dark. The bed its self is actually just a box spring and mattress on the floor,
sans headboard and footboard. A nightstand is made from a refurbished round
wooden cable wiring (can't think of what they are called). A simple lamp is
there, looking to be hand made, but with intricate carving on the base in the
wood. There are several silver-frame photos with pictures of her and another
woman who appears in severeal of them; one of which she is in a wheel chair and
looks to be quite frail compared to a vivacious looking woman in her
mid-forties. A few other pictures also are there and are in home made frames in
various locations with her and some groups of people from her time in the Corps.
A dresser is across from the bed and a closet door is off the side. The shades
from the window are open but a a tree from outside the window manages to keep
things pretty secluded.
After they get near the bed, she reaches over to put the gun down on the
nightstand.
Aerin Thomas: "Small is fine," he says with a little grin. He moves with her, thumbs
stroking lightly over her sides under the tank top, and follows her into the
room. He makes a quick look around and then reaches back to unclip the gun. It's
set it on the nightstand next to hers, before he steps up to her and kisses her
again, his hands moving around to her spine and up, caressing over her back. He
takes his time with it, letting his fingers explore every inch of her back,
learning it by tactile sensation. Atthe same time, his lips part and he slips
his tongue forward, lining her lips before slipping further to explore her
mouth.
Jesse Jones: She looks up to him, into his eyes, moaning as he explores her back, her
sounds muffled as she opens her lips eagerly for his mouth, his lips, his
tongue. Her own tongue touches his, playing and teasing a little before gently
sucking at his tongue for a moment to go back to dancing with his. Her own
fingers reach around and pull at his shirt gently until touching skin, feather
light touches along his sides, moving toward his back. Any scars he might have
as she does so, her fingers touch very tenderly at.
Aerin Thomas: Right at his back, a few inches to the right and just under the kidney,
is the biggest scar, an old line the size of a knife blade. He has some claw
wounds as well...wounds suffered when there was none to heal the scars away.
Life on the road, before finding a home in New York. Some of the work almost
seems more deliberate...the work of someone who had the opportunity to take
their time. And of course, there's the bullet wound on the left side, under his
ribs. He shivers under that light touch, moaning softly against Jesse's lips,
and the kiss becomes a touch more urgent...desire pushing him forward. He reigns
it in, wanting to take his time, and pulls back as he catches the hem of the
tank top and draws it up over her body.
Jesse Jones: She tries to study some of the scars, but knows she'll have time to
later. As her top is drawn up, she raises her arms over her head, a black bra,
with a front clasp, still on. Around her belly button there is a tribal looking
tattoo, that is, Aborinal, not her tribe's. As the shirt comes of, she inhales
sharply at the feel of more air against her skin. Around her neck, is a silver
chain, with the item at the bottom still hidden between her bosom. She has one
scar, almost under her rib cage, that can be seen as well as felt.
She leans in again to give Aerin, a gentle, lingering kiss. She murmurs against
his lips, "We can go as fast or slow as you want. It's been a very long time for
me....." she blushes a bit.
Aerin Thomas: "That's fine," he says with a soft smile, and leans back to take her in
visually, breath coming slowly in and out, eyes wondrous. "You're amazing," he
breathes, just before his eyes find the scar. He furrows his brow curiously,
bringing his fingers up to very lightly run over it. "What happened," he asks,
looking up to her eyes.
Jesse Jones: "Don't want to ruin the moment," she then shhhhhssssss to kiss him,
smiling, her hands working to get his shirt off, tugging a bit eagerly.
Aerin Thomas: "Fair enough," he says with a little grin, leaning into the kiss. The
lace-up shirt comes up easily, and he raises his arms long enough to help her
get it off. Once it's on its way to the floor, he leans in again and starts to
trail kisses from her shoulder inward. The palms of his hands slide up her
stomach, finger pads skmming along her sides, and brush over her bra as they
turn inward, finding the clasp of her bra and undo it, careful to avoid the
silver chain. Habits, and all.
Jesse Jones: She smiles when he doesn't push the issue right now. Something she'd
almost forgetten about really, and clearly quickly out of her mind once more.
The kiss ends when it's time to get his shirt off. The way he brushes her, he
can tell she actually has a bit of muscle under there, but not a surprise either
since he's seen her work out too. Sharply she inhales feeling the bra come off.
And at the end of the chain, a silver kanji for love on it. Moving her shoulders
just so, it's easy enough to get bra off. "You're pretty amazing yourself..."
she says quietly, reaching up to cup his face gently and kiss him tenderly,
allowing their bare skin to touch.
Aerin Thomas: He smiles softly to that and shrugs. "I guess." He gets that out just
before the kiss, and his arms slip back around her, drawing them close together
once more, sighing deeply into the kiss. The touch of their bodies against each
other draws a deep breath from him, his heartrate quickening, body flushing. She
can feel a gentle, glowing warmth emanating from the rose-shaped scar on his
chest ((forgot about that one somehow. :P))...it's a genlty pulsing heat,
growing warmer as their bodies meet. He runs ahand over her hair, fingers
threading lightly through it until they come to rest against the back of her
neck, pulling her eagerly into the kiss.
Jesse Jones: Her own breathing gets raspy once he pulls them fully together again. Of
course she feels the other warmth from the scar on his chest. Heart racing and
as she starts to say something, he mouth covers hers and just as eagerly, she
kisses him back. Her arms stretch up his chest to his neck and she starts to
play with his nape, rubbing gently at it, one hand playing with his hair (does
he have it tied back?)
Aerin Thomas: ((He does.))
Jesse Jones: She works the tie out with one hand, pulling him backwards with her so
she can set it on the table, before standing back up again, trying her best not
to really break their kiss.
Aerin Thomas: He shakes his ehad just a little bit as the tie comes out, to let his
hair loosen up a little from the state it had been held in. He lingers the kiss
a good, long time, getting lost in the taste of her, nostrils flaring faintly as
he breathes in her scent. Her desire heightens his, and he breaks the kiss with
a gasp. His arms dip and circle around her at her waist and behind her legs,
picking her up in a sudden motion. His lips find the soft part of her shoulder
just above her collarbone, nipping along there as he lowers to his knees on the
bed and then sets her carefully down on it. His lips never leave her skin,
exploring and teasing along there until she's resting on the mattress. Then,
he's lowering himself down, kissing over her breastbone. A hand genlty sweeps
the kanji pendant aside with a brief tounch, a reverent brushing of his fingers
over the symbol. The faint irritation the silver causes him is barely even
noticed in his Homid form, of course.
Jesse Jones: He moves her so quickly she doesn't even realize it, suddenly finding
herself on the bed, though it might have been the kssing too that kept her
distracted a bit. She lays back down on the bed, the pillows under her and it
isn't until she feels his warm fingers and the coolness of the metal of her
kanji that she realizes suddenly and she pulls back a little, murmuring how
sorry she is, trying to get the necklace off.
Aerin Thomas: "Shhh..." He looks up at her, smiling gently, and raises a hand to brush
over her cheek. "You're fine, love. No apologies, okay? Especially not for
something like that."
Jesse Jones: She smiles when he says all that, unhooking the chain and carefully
removing it; it also going to that table. "I forgot love...." she turns her
head, kissing at his hand, then taking it, turning it upward and kissing gently
against the palm.
Aerin Thomas: "It's okay." He smiles up to her, thumb caressing her cheekbone, and then
lowers his head again. He trails his kisses down her breastbone, gentle pressure
with his lips the whole way, and diverts course midway down to travel up the
slop of a breast. His free hand rises up over her side and then in to brush
along the side of the other, moving along the swell...continuing the path of
learning her body by touch of fingers, hands, lips, and tongue.
Jesse Jones: She closes her eyes, laying back so he can explore her. Of course the
more he touches and kisses her the faster her breathing gets. Her body very much
responding to him the longer he does this. The breathing turns into soft low
moans. And whenever she can, her hands run through his hair, over his back,
around his sides, exploring his body as well.
Aerin Thomas: He quickly adapts to her reactions, learning what she likes...lying next
to her, his body resting against hers as his mouth makes it's way to her nipple.
He kisses his way around the tip, teasing her a little first, before he closes
his mouth around it, suckling there. His hand mirrors the actions of his lips,
brushing his thumb over her nipple when his mouth closes over her other. He
continues to stroke his hand over her cheek gently throughout, eyes turning
upward to watch her expression, savoring her pleasure as much as anything else.
Jesse Jones: Her eyes open and close at various times, and when he sucks her nipples
she moans a bit louder and she even wriggles a bit when his hand mirrors his
mouth before arching up a bit against him. "Aer....." she moans, "Oh
please....." she starts crying in pleasure. "Make love to me.....please.....I
want you.....now......" and turning her head she looks deeply into his eyes, her
eyes full of love for him.
Aerin Thomas: He groans softly around her brest and pulls back. His hand drops to her
waistline, deftly opening her jeans before he slips down to take her hiking
boots off. Once their pushes aside, he moves back up to her, fingers tucking
into her waistline and sliding her jeans down over her hips and off. He watches
her with a look of near reverence on his face as he does so. "I..." Even now,
it's hard to say. Not because he doesn't feel it...very, very far from it. But
he's afraid of what it might mean to her. Still, he won't deny it...even if he
could. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and meets her gaze, his
eyes naked and without the mask he usually wears. The emotion behind it is
incredibly deep...painfully so, one might imagine. Right now, though, there's
only one holding dominance. "I love you."
Jesse Jones: As he is working off her pants, she helps him with getting her pants off
and even pushing her black tanga off, eyes locked with his. Hearing the words
she had tried to say earlier, and fumbled over, she kisses him softly, saying
the words back with each kiss. "I...love...you....too...."
Jesse Jones: For her too, the words were hard to say aloud, even though they had been
there. Afraid to say the words to someone else again. And to have someone that
close in her life again. To lose them. But right now, in this moment, with this
man, he cast away her fears and doubts for him.
Aerin Thomas: He shivers at those words, eyes shutting tightly for just a moment,
before opening again. His own last doubts and fears held for just a moment, and
then let go, released. He kisses her back, running his hands over her sides, and
one set of fingers moves in-between her legs, sliding over her. His breath
starts to come just a little faster, a sound coming from deep in his
chest...instinctual and rising.
Jesse Jones: She murmurs the words again to him when he closes his eyes, "I love you,
Aerin...." Eyes closing again when she feels his hands moving much lower. Her
arousal is very obvious; a small surprise whimper turned into a low moan, caught
in her throat. Her hands move over his chest, her fingers spread wide as she
starts slowly, but moving quicker down to his waist, snapping the top button of
his pants and unzipping them, struggling to reach and push them over his hips.
Aerin Thomas: His stomach draws in a little bit as she passes over it...sensitive
stomach, it would appear. When she pushes at his waistline, he brings his free
hand down to help her, wriggling a little to get the leather pants down and off,
boxers following. He kicks the Doc Martins off, some part of him in the back of
his head--the one that's still capable of very much rational thought--glad he
wore the low ones and not the ones that came halfway up his calves. The pants
and boxers quickly follow. He doesn't let the attention paid to her sex drop any
more then he absolutely has to, fingers working there to bring her higher and
higher. A last kick brings those last articles of clothes off.
Jesse Jones: She only half notices his sensitive stomach at this point; his attention
to her distracting her quite intensely. A new experience for her though she
tries hard not to show this too much for him. Wanting to help him feel as good
she reaches over, gentle touching him and trying to tease him at first, then
please. But the more he expertly keeps her own pleasure piqued the more she just
wants to feel him inside her. With a growl of sorts she pulls him into her
closer and tries to push her hips up to meet him. "please...." she begs
urgently, "now....make love to me......please.....I want you...."
Aerin Thomas: And that's about all the ruging it takes at this point. He shifts
position a little and rolls, ending up with her beneath him, and positions
himself between her legs. He looks down at her, his heart racing, and presses
forward with his hips, his hand guiding him inside a bit before he lets go,
taking hold around her hips. He eases himself inside, going slow for her...it
had been a while, she'd said. A deep, loud moan comes forth, back arching as he
pushes forward. "Oh, G-Goddess...Jesse..." He looks down to meet her gaze, his
own hazed with passion and love.
Jesse Jones: She holds onto him tightly, arching back up to him and although it had
been many years, he can feel just how tight she is and at first she lets out a
small cry in pain and bites against his neck, quickly followed by pleasured
moans. Looking back up into his face her own eyes are filled with love, passion
and total ectasy. Moving with him, feeling this close, it's as being one with
him. "Ohhh....A....Aerin...love....." before kissing him deeply.
Aerin Thomas: Her teeth taking tight hold at his neck causes him to gasp, a moan of
pleasure coming through gritted teeth. When she lets go, he looks back to meet
her eyes, heart racing and his body covered now with a fine sheen of sweat. He
sweeps his hair back from his face and starts to move with her, settling into a
rhythm dectated by desire. The heat coming from his chest is overpowering now,
though somehow not painful, to him either from the look of it. He shudders a
little bit as he rolls his hips, working his body in time with hers, and leans
in to meet the kiss, his own lips pressing hungrily against hers. "Goddess,
Jesse....Cric...ohhh..." Low sounds, soft growls, deep moans...he goes to a
place beyond thought, to pure emotion, pure instinct. "Love you...so much..." he
manages to get out.
Jesse Jones: Hungrily she kisses him, moaning into his mouth. Trying to hold onto him
tighter, somehow feel physically closer to him than they already are, her legs
wrap around him, her arms around his back and around his shoulders. As the heat
continues radiating off them both, her own body also taking on a sheen of sweat.
Heart pounding so hard and then the climax. Nails digging into his back; not
hard enough though to break the skin. Breaking the kiss she gasps for breath and
still tries to bite at his neck, throat and collar in a mixture with kisses. All
her sensations overtaken. "Love.....you......love you.....always......"
Aerin Thomas: "Oh, g-g-g..." Her climax, coupled with the bites to his neck, the nails
in his back, everything combined, sends him into overdrive himself. "Love you
t...too..." He wraps his arms tightly around her, the shivers wracking his body
as he's struck momentarily speechless. He is, for that moment, entirely helpless
within her arms, and in that moment, he doesn't care. Slowly, his shudders
subside, and he relaxes, though his arms are still holding her close as his
breathing slowly returns to normal..
Jesse Jones: She continues holding onto him tightly, her legs slowly unwrapping as
she too starts to come back down; breath and her heart slowing back down. She
nuzzles his cheek and against his neck, leaving a small trail of kisses. Content
and so very happy in the moment, she stays quiet.
Aerin Thomas: After a couple moments, he rolls to his side, still holding her--but this
way, she's not supporting his way. He sighs contentedly, nuzzling at her neck
before he presses a soft kiss against her lips. "Love you," he murmurs.
Uktena: Moving her neck so he can reach better, she lets him nuzzle. If she
could purr she would right now. The smile on her lips very wide. She kisses him
back. "Love you too...." With her more freer hand since she is lying on her side
now, she brushes her fingers gently over the side of his face, pushing the hair
bac and even running her fingers gently along his hair line. "I'm so happy right
now with you....."
Ravyn: "I'm glad." He smiles at her, stretching in an almost languorous manner.
His arms slip around her shoulders, drawing her close, and he kisses her
forehead. "I'm glad I can give you that, Cricket. You deserve it."
Uktena: "I want you to be happy too, Aerin....you deserve just as much or
more....even if it's just right now...." her arms wrapping around his waist.
Ravyn: "I am happy," he says, looking at her. "Right now, this moment...I am
truly, truly happy."